The cigarette smoke stretched in fine swirls from the end of the butt before rolling up in miniature whirlpools whose slow progression towards the heights of the studio drew small hypnotic cyclones, turning in slow motion on themselves. Their tendrils eventually dissipated in the silence of the room, like specters returning to non-being, evaporating in an inaudible … Continue reading The Transcendental Adventures of David Lynch (part 1)→
